when we first met, the differences between us were large. we were still figuring out how to be teenagers and whether it was time to start growing up. it’s okay to be a kid but i didn’t know what that meant
i’ve been having a hard time writing something heavy and poetic. something elegant amidst all these selfish rants and end-of-the-day complaints that these digital letters have been centered around. i wanted to talk about us. for example, in the first year of meeting you, i treated you like a child. it’s like i looked down on you, but i needed you so badly. it wasn’t the best time for you and i know now how you might’ve felt back then. in january 2011, you took a break from me and then was the first time i felt uneasy in my skin. i missed you so much and i couldn’t even stand two weeks then. it might’ve been shorter than that. it felt like forever.
now i guess we’re back in what has become a familiar place. a thoughtful but silent place. if you were being honest as i have been, i can say we’re both thinking of each other, good or bad. whether this is going to work out. whether we’ll be in each other’s lives like i can imagine.
it’s easy for me to say that i want to wait for you. that these letters are going to be worth it. but really hasn’t even been a month of this and waiting isn’t synonymous with patience until sacrifice and diligence harmonizes with it.
i hope you like these.